The “Mole” tried to reach out his hand again, but Qi Xia once more swatted it aside.

This strange behavior made the creature before him understand his current predicament.

He knew there was a person standing in front of him—someone who neither feared him nor fled.

Qi Xia raised his head to look into the distance. At this moment, more and more “Moles” were actually starting to gather in this direction.

However, their condition was no different from what he remembered. They merely lay prostrate far away, completely unwilling to approach.

The “Mole” before him finally changed his expression. He exhaled a breath, then once again reached out his hand.

But this time he didn’t extend his palm; instead, he stretched out a single finger.

Qi Xia thought for a moment about the other party’s intention, then also extended his hand and touched that ice-cold finger.

The “Mole” gasped sharply the instant their hands made contact. He wanted to pull back but seemed to be contemplating something, revealing an expression of extreme peculiarity.

This was the first time Qi Xia realized that when a person loses all five facial features, their facial expressions become infinitely magnified.

In the next second, the “Mole” flipped his hand and instantly grabbed Qi Xia’s wrist. His body also leaped up from the ground and crouched on the windowsill.

Qi Xia distinctly felt a wave of rotten, putrid odor assault his face, but he didn’t retreat.

He was too eager to know what the “Mole” before him wanted to do.

He saw the “Mole” holding Qi Xia’s wrist with one hand, turning his palm over, then extending a finger from his other hand to gently rub several times in the center of his palm.

Several seconds later, Qi Xia finally realized the other party wanted to write characters in the center of his palm.

After he finished writing and discovered Qi Xia had no reaction, he could only lower his head, lift Qi Xia’s palm to eye level, and carefully control his finger to write once more.

This time Qi Xia seemed to perceive it.

It was the character “who.”

Qi Xia knew the other party should be inquiring about his identity, but upon careful consideration, this matter seemed too absurd.

Could it be that these “Moles” could only rely on this method to find a specific person?

Thinking of this, Qi Xia could only take the other party’s palm and write two characters on that cracked skin.

“Qi Xia.”

He felt as if he was using his fingertip to write on dried tree bark, unable to judge whether the other party could understand what he had written.

The “Mole” waited in the pitch-black night for Qi Xia to finish writing. His palm trembled slightly.

His dry mouth opened wide, continuously exhaling.

Before Qi Xia could say anything more, he grabbed his hand once again, this time with much greater force than before.

He extended his finger and wrote a character in Qi Xia’s palm with considerable force.

This character was written crookedly, but Qi Xia still guessed the content based on its structure.

“Escape”!

“What…?” Qi Xia narrowed his eyes, raised his palm to look at that nonexistent character “escape,” and felt utterly perplexed.

First, he didn’t understand the other party’s identity and position—he only knew the other party was a “Mole.” Second, he wasn’t certain whether the other party’s sanity was completely clear. Third, he had absolutely nowhere to “escape” to.

So where exactly did this character “escape” want him to flee to?

Qi Xia looked at the “Mole” before him whose expression was extremely exaggerated, feeling that communicating with him would require some effort.

So he took the other party’s hand and carefully wrote a question mark.

After seeing this question mark, the other party’s expression became agitated once more. He kept gesticulating wildly, and unclear sounds came from his mouth.

He should desperately want to speak, but couldn’t say anything at all.

This commotion also woke Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin inside the room.

The two opened their eyes groggily, only to suddenly discover Qi Xia standing by the window holding hands with a monster—the scene was far too horrifying.

“Holy shit!!” Qiao Jiajin shouted and sprang up, grabbing a chair beside him in one motion.

“Fuck!” Chen Junnan fell right off the table with a stumble, but he immediately steadied himself and looked around for a handy weapon. Unfortunately, there were only tables and benches here, so he could only lift a table.

Qi Xia didn’t turn around, only extending his hand backward as the two were about to rush forward, blocking their steps.

Chen Junnan and Qiao Jiajin stood dazed for quite a while, not understanding Qi Xia’s meaning.

“Old Qi… if you’re being kidnapped by this bug, just blink,” Chen Junnan said.

Qi Xia didn’t answer or turn around, only waving steadily at the two after stopping them.

Only then did the two exchange glances, put down the tables and chairs in their hands, and cautiously walk toward Qi Xia.

After approaching, they discovered the situation was even more bizarre than before.

That “Mole” was crouched on the windowsill, currently cradling Qi Xia’s palm as if it were a treasure, using his fingertip to draw something in his palm.

“Yo…” Although Chen Junnan felt the current situation was hard to understand, he still steeled himself to speak. “Old Qi, you’re not sleeping in the middle of the night… consulting a master about palm reading?”

“Baa…?” After hearing this, Qiao Jiajin also scratched his head. “There’s still door-to-door fortune telling in this place…?”

“Come look,” Qi Xia said.

After hearing this, the two leaned forward and looked at this strange “Mole.”

His expression seemed both panicked and surprised. At this moment, he was repeatedly writing a character back and forth in Qi Xia’s palm.

Qiao Jiajin kept leaning forward. He felt the character this person was writing had very few strokes and should be easy to recognize, but after watching for a long time, he still didn’t know what character it was.

“What is this writing…”

After hearing this, Chen Junnan turned to look at Qiao Jiajin. “Are you stupid? Don’t you recognize this character?”

“Really can’t recognize it.”

After the other party wrote this simple character once more, Qi Xia slowly withdrew his hand, sighed, and said softly, “It’s ‘Dragon.'”

“Huh?” Qiao Jiajin felt like he had misheard. “Is ‘Dragon’ written like this?”

He waved his hand in the air, trying to tell the two that the character “Dragon” had many more strokes.

“Bro, we use simplified characters,” Chen Junnan said, patting his shoulder.

“Uh…” Qiao Jiajin’s extended hand froze in midair, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Qi Xia didn’t pay attention to the two who were making noise, only looking at the “Mole” before him.

The first character was “escape,” the second character was “Dragon”—was this explaining things clearly or not?

He didn’t know whether the other party had completely lost control of his body, or whether he felt writing these two characters was sufficient.

Qi Xia once again extended his palm, hoping the other party could convey something more, but after writing back and forth, there were only these two characters.

“Are you hoping I… ‘escape’ from under ‘Dragon’s’ hand?”